Christopher wasn't a particularly strong individual, both physically and mentally. Not one for conversation, the reclusive man would rather shy away into a dark room working freelance designer projects that were just enough to earn him rent with some savings left for daily necessities. Not like he minded since it was a job he loved to do.

But beneath the expressionless visage of the deathly pale young man, the longing for company of the feminine persuasion still burned strong; unable to bring himself to go out and look for dates after a previous string of failed attempts had left him with less than desirable results.

It wasnt Christopher's looks that were to blame, far from it considering how he still made the conscious effort to keep himself looking prim and proper with a devilishly handsome face beneath a mop of neatly trimmed hair and a figure that, while not obese, was still nice to look at.

What made many women pass him up unsurprisingly, was his inability to hold a conversation without stutters or blank stares when he didn't know what to say. Many of his dates had found it cute at first, but when small talk dragged on with constant Umm's and Uhh's, that was what broke the deal for them.

After what must've been the 23rd or so attempt, an emotionally beaten Christopher had lost all hopes of ever getting himself a girlfriend, retreating back into his workaholic lifestyle while letting his yearning for a girl go pour his heart out too while sharing her burdens simmering in his chest.

Until one fine Saturday evening, while browsing through the Internet, he has received a strange email from an anonymous sender. Claiming to know what ailed him with eerie accuracy when it came to the many failed dates and wanting a girlfriend…with a solution to fix if all ready for him to partake in. Maybe it was just pure coincidence, or maybe this was all one big scam, but Christopher was intrigued, setting up safety measures in case the provided link was a scam before clicking on it.

Directed to a simple website, the creators claimed this to be a Life Swapping service; where you could choose from a bevy of like minded individuals to swap places with all across the world with varying options to customize, like the time limit, personality to the country.

Scoffing at the simple white background and even simpler user interface enforcing the idea of the whole thing being a sham, Christopher decides to play along, choosing to randomize his choice before hitting Enter, watching as a wall of text appears on screen; probably copyright mumbo jumbo or something.

And so, after clicking on the final agreement, Christopher waits for the website to load, feeling skeptical and excited at the idea of such a thing being possible at the back of his mind, even if it seemed incredulous.

Before a brief flash of light blinds the unsuspecting caucasian man in the middle of his thoughts, stunning Christopher as a nauseating sensation rocks his mind, forcing him to see double and eventually triple vision as his eyelids grow unbelievably weary and heavy. In an effort to get to the medicine cabinet over in the corner, Christopher trips on his lead like legs, crumpling to the floor in a heap and feeling like he’d just taken every single drug in existence all at once.

As Christopher's mind slowly slips into the dark, the screen on his desktop flickers for a split second before loading up another with a simple thank you message for using their services;

Thank You For Using Our Services, We Hope You Enjoy Your New Life!

It was a blurry haze, stuck in what felt like a medically induced stupor while vaguely sensing everything zooming by at a breakneck speed, as if he was being sent hurtling through the air after being launched by a cannon.

But for a brief moment, Christopher could feel another presence pass him by; another living being just like him. Was this the empty space between the afterlife and the mortal realm? Where wayward spirits were sent back and forth in the cycle of death and rebirth? Christopher could only guess.

After a few more seconds pass, the journey would come to an abrupt halt when Christopher suddenly finds himself thrust into darkness, feeling like he'd been slammed into a wall as his senses slowly return to him. Feeling the glaring warmth of the sun on his cheeks and the uncomfortable tightness of a tight space he was now in?

“なんじゃそら? ちょうど夕方だったのでは？” (What the hell? Wasn’t it just evening?)

Groggily awakening from his slumber while barely noting the husky mature voice of an aged woman escaping his lips in a language not his own, Christopher winces in pain as his forehead collides with ceiling, clicking his tongue and recoiling a bit before striking the leather chair behind him in return, this was all so wrong. He should’ve been on the floor of his apartment, not boxed in in some tight compartment.

“クソッ！どうしてこうも...はあ？” (Shit! Why’s everything so…huh?)

It was the long black fringe of radiant hair blocking his vision that gave it away, drawing the startled man’s attention to the glasses that sat perched atop the cute bridge of his new button-like nose and the well maintained nails that adorned his shapely new hands as he brought them up to brush aside the exquisitely soft strand of hair, feeling in turn how smooth and buoyant his skin now was as dainty fingers graze creamy cheeks and a perfectly kissable pair of lips coated in subtle pink lipstick…

One glance in the rear view mirror however, and the beans were finally spilled as Christopher’s slant eyes widen in shock at the busty Japanese woman staring back at him, mimicking his every action perfectly as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat; eyeing up the bodacious figure of a mature female that seemed way too beautiful and elegant to be working at what looked to be an ordinary job at some nameless office building right outside the car he was now inside of.

A sexy body that was now his, becoming aware of it all as the weight of her aged breasts pull at her shoulders, along with the uncomfortable feeling of a tight pencil skirt cinching in around child birthing hips with a thong riding up somewhere beneath the cavernous valley between massive ass cheeks, and an eerily empty void in the space between her absurdly thick thighs where there should’ve been something struggling to breathe.

“なんじゃこりゃ...我が声といえども...” (The hell is this…even my voice is…)

But at the back of Christopher's panicking mind, she already knew who or what was to blame…

That accursed website that promised the ability to flip one's life around for the better by swapping places with someone that matched their parameters…only Christopher didn’t remember setting up anything related to a profile page of sorts. He’d hit randomize and enter on a whim, never actually believing it was a legitimate site with capabilities that bordered on the impossibility of magic.

And now here she was; a random Japanese lady in a random parking lot for a nameless company she had little to no idea about in the land of the rising sun…

“I…my name issu…Kristoofur? こんなのバカバカしい！” (This is so stupid!)

And to top it all off, it seemed as if her mind had been hotwired to process all her words into native Japanese, with any forced attempt at speaking English resulting in broken words that were pitiful attempts, mimicry from a person with not much experience in the language at best.

Thankfully she was still able to think in perfect English while knowing what the words meant, even if she now spoke them in a foreign tongue with a voice she couldn't deny sounded stupidly sexy with an airy wisp to add to the turn on factor.

But that still left the question of what to do next unanswered as she inspects the cramped interior of the driver's seat, swallowing at the idea of being forced to drive a vehicle she now owned but had no clue how to operate as she looks for clues, finally coming across a note taped to the window, reading the message scrawled across the smooth paper in neat handwriting and entirely in Japanese which he could now clearly understand:

‘To whoever is reading this, I am thankful for the opportunity you’ve given me to start life anew. I know it will be hard to adjust, as it will be for me as well. But that is why I’ve made this message; to make the transition easier for you…’

From there, Christopher was able to glean important information about the new body she now inhabited. Like her 'new' name; Aoko Tsurugi, or the fact she was now almost 10 years older at the ripe age of 41 working a well paying job at what seemed to be a standard paper pushing affair back in the far off land of the West…and the fact her shift was supposed to be starting in less than 5 minutes…

Sighing in annoyance, ‘Aoko’ pops open the door to her car as she swings her stocking clad feet out into the open with heels clopping noisily against the asphalt, biting her lip at how uncomfortably…'jiggly'...her new body was. Everything; from her wavy mane of raven black hair to the enormous bust that must've been double D's at the very least shook and jiggled with every move. It didn't help that with how large and plump her lower half was, the very act of walking sent shivers down her spine with the smoothness of the skin coating her blubbery thighs rubbing together with her pendulous hips swaying from side to side as she strode towards the building after locking up the car and making sure her belongings were safely in her purse.

Which begged the question as to how Christopher seemed to know where the car keys were or the correct combination to open the digital lock on her sleek new phone seeing how they weren't mentioned at all in Aoko's note to whoever would come to inhabit her body. Not like the unwary displaced caucasian male would ever realize it as he continues on past the front counter receptionist, nodding his head with a soft spoken greeting before continuing on toward the lift, navigating the pristine halls with an instinctual knowledge ingrained after years of working here in a cushy spot high up the totem pole. To him, it was all an act to keep his disguise as ‘Aoko’ going until he could figure out the next steps to take, maybe finding that strange website again in an effort to see if things could be undone.

But by the end of the day, none of that would ever be a concern for Christopher ever again…

“おはようございます、遅くなってすみません!” (Good morning, sorry for being late!)

Entering a bustling office on the 8th floor, Christopher makes her way sheepishly past a stunned group of office workers she knew to be her colleagues, but something about the way they stared at her in silence with wide eyes was beginning to make her think she’d done something wrong to foil her cover. Wasn’t this how managers and other bigwigs in companies were supposed to treat their underlings? They were her underlings right?

‘Hope I didn’t mess anything up…’

Sighing in relief in the comfort  and privacy of the room she knew to be her office, the weary director gets to work as she boots up the desktop before moving on to browse through the many messages and emails with a worried frown on her face while fidgeting uncomfortably in her chair, still not used to the fact that she now had a massive rear cushioning her behind and a massive pair of mammaries that would rub against the desk everytime she leaned too close, sending a pleasant tingle coursing through her teats and down her spine. Constant reminders that she wasn’t a man anymore.

With the desktop finally booted up, Christopher navigates over to her workplace email, scouring the list of recent mail and coming up short before resorting to her phone, checking through her personal mail, similarly finding nothing that piqued her interest.

‘Strange…what was I looking for again? Gahh…can’t laze around forever though, Aoko’s got a busy day ahead of her…’

And so begins the reclused artist’s first day working an office job, swallowing the ball of doubt in her throat as she gets to work on her computer, sifting through unfiled reports from her department, grumbling as she carefully inspects papers and cross referencing past work in order to understand just what she was even looking at with the Life Swap website all but forgotten to her now that she was engrossed in her work.

But eventually, a rhythm begins to build as Christopher soon becomes accustomed to the workflow, processing report after report at breakneck speed and learning to ignore and junk the ones with errors in them. As much as she wanted to fix them herself, they would never learn from their mistakes if she covered for them constantly. Pretty soon, Christopher was clearing reports for the higher ups as if she’d been working there for years now, which in a way, she had.

Unbeknownst to her however, her previously slouched over form had taken on a more refined posture; seated with her shapely back arched and straight with her chest thrust out before her and her legs comfortably folded over each other, befitting her beautiful appearance as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ears, clicking in frustration at a certain name that kept popping up in the files she was preparing to send back to the incompetent sender.

“せめて文法的な間違いがないかを確認してから送るように...バカ田中” (At least check for grammatical errors before you send it in…stupid Tanaka…)

By the time Christopher had finished up with the last report, another batch of newly sent emails was already waiting for her attention as she sighs in exhaustion, stretching her arms before rising off her seat. Heading for the pantry to get a quick drink as she steps out into the office, scanning the room until her eyes land on the guilty young man averting his gaze from her as her stern look turns into a frown.

“田中...暇な時でいいから俺の部屋に来てくれ、君の仕事ぶりについて相談したいことがあるんだ...” (Tanaka…when you’re free, I want you in my office, there are some things regarding your work ethics  I want to discuss…)

“りょうかい...” (Y-Yes ma'am…)

Turning her back to the office as she headed off for the pantry with murmurs amongst her workers chiding Tanaka about getting into trouble yet again with relaxed exclamations of the ‘ice queen being back to normal again’, the unamused director pours herself a cup of coffee while looking up her reflection in the shimmering surface of the coffee machine, tilting her head and hefting her chin to inspect herself before letting a slim smile creep over her lips before bringing the steaming mug up to her lips and downing the bitter drink down her throat.

Black coffee; simple and efficient, just the way she liked it.

‘こんな顔してたら老けた気がしないでもない~’ (I barely feel old at all with a face like this~)

That had her frowning for a moment, lowering the mug and bringing a hand up to clutch at her brow. It felt like she’d missed something just then…something that felt like a grave error that needed her immediate attention.

“青子さん？田中がもう事務所で待ってるんだけど...大丈夫？” (Miss Aoko? Tanaka’s already waiting for you in your office…are you alright?)

Snapping out of her thoughts, Aoko spins around to face a worried intern, waving dismissively as she nods her head. Finishing up her coffee before thanking her.

“田中選手のミスをカバーするのは頭が痛いですが、これからも頑張ってください?” (I’m alright, covering for tanaka's mistakes gives me a massive headache. keep up the good work alright?)

Exiting the pantry after giving her newest intern some encouragement, Aoko’s face clouds with worry once more as she makes her way back to the office, still thinking she missed something back there in the pantry while musing to herself about her looks. Was it her age? Or something about not being able to speak English? While she didn't need to have a concrete understanding of the foreign language, she still had trouble pronouncing the more lengthy words in the vocabulary. But why would she be concerned about that now of all times?

Smacking her cheeks lightly, Aoko steps into her office, putting on her serious look once more as she strides past Tanaka, who had been stuck standing to attention in the middle of her office as she leans against her desk with her wide set hips jutting out to one side and her chest thrust out, arms folded beneath them with a scowl on her face, ready to discipline an unruly cog in the machine that was the company.

“では、なぜここに来たのか、その理由はおわかりですね？” (Now then…you know why you’re here, yes?)

Giving him one chance to justify himself, Aoko leans back into the desk as she watches him ramble on about how he’d mistakenly sent in sloppy work without properly checking them. But the more she stares at him, the more heated her face becomes,slowly drawing her attention from his face which had a strangely impish expression on it to his crotch, frowning in disgust at herself for even looking at another man’s dick like that way she was now. Only for her frown to lighten with the sudden correction to her thought patterns. It was natural for a woman her age to be looking at men that way, especially when it came to studs like Tanaka. Sure, he might mess up every once in a while, just like the others under her charge, but for him? The man needed some ‘discipline’ on a whole other level...

While she might’ve struggled with the idea of staring at another man much less eyeing up his package a few minutes ago, Aoko now had no clue as to why she had felt so wrong earlier while eyeing up Tanaka’s body. Sure, it wasn’t right to behave so indecently in the office, but when it produced results that made her department the most productive one in the company? Surely she could keep going~ But the more her mind engrossed itself in envisioning the ‘punishments’ she had in mind for Tanaka, the dwindling part of her psyche that was still Christopher found it all the more harder to resist the corruptive influence of Aoko’s brain reformatting him to fit her body. After all, when the brain and physical shell had already experienced the pleasures of rutting like animals in an office space without the guilt of its previous owner to hold it back, the mind of a weak willed man stood no chance with Christopher slowly believing she was Aoko in mind as she now was in body. Believing that the man who stood before her wasn’t just any simple paper pusher, but her secret lover.

With the door subconsciously locked earlier when Aoko’s more raunchier aspects had begun to show through Christopher’s level headedness, the eager cougar lifts herself off the desk, making her way towards the young man as his stammered excuses peter off into silence at the sudden warmth of his director’s tits pressed up against his chest, feeling an eager hand worm its way across his pecs before coming to rest on the irritated bulge between his legs, coaxing it gently with dexterous hands before a pair of warm, wet lips meet his, silencing his protests as his resistance breaks down, giving in to the lecherous MILF eagerly sinking her tongue into his mouth as he returns her gesture, wrapping his arms around Aoko into a warm embrace with fingers sinking into sensitive flesh and warm blubber.

But some part of her was screaming out in anger, as if in disapproval of what she was doing. Which in turn only served to fuel how restless she was feeling in the arms of her boyfriend, grunting as she parts lips from Tanaka before forcing him to the floor with her massive bosom pinning him down. The poor man was looking so hesitant despite the eagerness displayed between his legs, not that it bothered her much seeing as how Aoko always found the face he made to be so adorable. But being his woman meant she knew what got him going, and so she leaned down to deliver an airy breath into his flushed ears…tensing her hips and arching her back in preparation for the beast she was about to unleash…

“罰の準備はできたか？” (Are you ready for your punishment?)

It didn't even come to mind that her breasts were now flopping freely in the air as her top comes undone in an instant, sent backwards with a playful cry that turns into a guttural moan as a sharp pain spreads from the girthy rod penetrating her dripping snatch with ease before the sting turns into overwhelming pleasure, pounding against the entrance to her womb while grinding her ass into the matted floor with Tanaka's rough hands gripping the plump folds of tender fat around her hips, a heated look on his handsome face as he pistons in and out of his senior, who was also his lovely girlfriend.

Struggling to hold back her cries of ecstasy, the tiny part of Christopher still fighting to regain control begins to lose steam with each mind numbing orgasm making it harder and harder to focus. Every time Tanaka's dick knocked against her womb, the memory of having a dick of her own would blur. Every time he leaned in to lick up the sweet nectar dribbling from her aching tits, the image of a fit, albeit pale young caucasian man would ripple over with Aoko's mature fuckable figure.

And for every heated affirmation of his love for her, the very notion of ever being a fluent speaker of English, much less it ever being her native language was emptied out from her brain. Clasping her forearms over her face in embarrassment as memories of her first meeting with Tanaka come flooding through the cloudy haze in her brain, awkward outings between an eccentric couple with a sizeable age gap between them and eventually sex that made Aoko's aging body remember the thrill of youth, overtaking the string of failed dates from a life long forgotten to her. The ability to produce digital works of art, replaced by an innate skill with the keyboard and that one programme she loved using to type up her documents, being able to pump out reports for the company and whatever else was asked of her at breakneck speeds.

By the time Tanaka empties a fresh load of baby batter deep inside Aoko’s womb much to her surprise after missing his prior warning, the tiny bit of Christopher left struggling inside her is bathed in the afterglow of the intense orgasm rocking her body hard, melting away into a puddle until only Aoko Tsurugi remained, gasping in shock with her open mouth and resulting scream muffled by her boyfriend as he lunges forward to lock lips with her once more, cradling her with his eager member finishing up before popping loose with a wet squelch, letting free a spray of thick fluid from within Aoko’s puckered pussy.

Once his girlfriends trashing had eased with her moans dying down, Tanaka parts lips with her, leaving a bridge of saliva dangling between them as he rises up to go get cleaned up, drying off his pecker with a tissue before zipping up his pants and helping Aoko to her feet, wiping down her body and stuffing her lower lips with a cloth, the two of them had been aiming for a child for quite awhile now with no success, so making sure all that cum stayed sloshing in her womb was another effort to impregnate Aoko. Maybe they'd break the news of their love to their colleagues then...but that was something to think about in the future.

"罰が当たったので、仕事に戻ります...またね.” (Since my ‘punishment’s’ over, I’ll go ahead and get back to work…see you later dear.)

With the two cleaned up and decked out in their clothes once more, Tanaka bows before unlocking the door and heading out, turning to give Aoko one last wink before vanishing. Sighing, the director slowly returns to her desk, running a hand over her warm belly while thanking her lucky stars for finding someone who would actually love her despite the vast disparity between her age and his.

Getting back to work before lunch, Aoko was hoping to get her entire schedule cleared for the weekend in anticipation for the weekend trip Tanaka had invited her on, already having prepared herself a more than fitting bikini that her boyfriend would no doubt enjoy.

Gazing over to her inbox however, Aoko’s brow furrows at the sight of something in her inbox, opening the message to read what sounded like a hoax, talking about ‘Life Swapping’ and granting people the lives they desired. Without a second thought, the letter was deleted and scrapped, never to be seen again as the busy director gets back to work. No time to spare on thinking about ‘a better life’ when she already had everything she could ever want at her side. A boyfriend who loved her with all his might and a well paying job.

What more could she ever hope to ask for?

Elsewhere across the globe, a reborn Christopher was feeling much the same way, preparing to go to bed after spending a lengthy amount of time chatting with a wholesome character of a girl online with promises to meet already made for the following day. And with his dashing looks and suave character, he was more than eager to meet this spritely young girl that made his heart beat with all the right tunes.

With both individuals eventually coming to forget ever being any different the further they delved into their new lives as a result of the previous Aoko’s preference for a permanent swap matching up with the randomizer option man she had taken over had chosen for fun that left nothing behind to remind her of the life she had grown tired of living as an old Japanese lady she was convinced no one saw love for besides artificial ones hoping to lay with her in bed, the two would go on to lead successful new lives, blissfully unaware of the swap that had occurred…

THE END